Living Memorial

A mountain is not
what you see
from the air.

A vision is not what
you can see inside
the mountain...
Inside the mountain
a rock heart of
insanity.

Trembling.

It is not Aladdins lamp  
though he is holding a lantern    
lit closely towards his words.  
   
While I know not how this began    
all there is here now.    
We manifested this moment    
holy and whole  
as two halves  
Porcelain raindrops  
   
glide over my window.    
Only now I see their    
infinite reflection.  
Ask me not. I can not tell you.    
I have forgotten my past and my future.  
   
Foamed light  
glistens from his words,  
we are a flickering flame.    
in sepia space afloat.    
Every question an equation  
   
He is a pheromone unknown.    
We fly into V shaped formation migrating    
with each sound and heartbeat.    
painting webs cocooned from within    
I seamstress  
   
embroidering you  
into my scared coat  
night my offering  
only for you  
I have become  
a beckoning siren    
   
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linger long longer
through thistles
gravity gravitas
countenance
governess

hex wane waxen ways
an eye for an eye
magical awakenings

in her true humanness
she is each and every woman
hex wane ways
beauty and behold
no pedestals
seeress

she holds space for pixy wings
life lines rivulet
of whisper
screams

a Valkyrie
laughter lulls
set sail wind a kite
her broom is empty now

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